Previous chapter:
Chapter 111: Areseta
Next chapter:
Chapter 113: Primal Mating
PREVIEW
... at my wife's reemerging love for storytelling was rather deep, and that the Deerkin would spend time preparing certain stories before telling them to us; I only knew that because, one morning, she awoke before me and was pacing in front of the window.
Pretending to be asleep, I listened to her muttering to herself before she sighed, which I took as my signal to 'awaken', offering the woman some advice and comfort.
This emergence of storytime also helped everyone in the house rema ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE